AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m in a bit of trouble,” he tells me.
“Go on.”
“With the Blackstone family. Bishop Blackstone, to be exact.”
I push off the doors. “What exactly happened?”
He moves away toward the bookshelves. “I owe him money. Big money, and he also wants…” he stops, with his back to me.
“What does Blackstone want?”
Ronin rubs the back of his neck. “He wants to come to your wedding.”
I let out a short laugh. “Absolutely not.” You don’t invite your worst enemy to your wedding. “How did he hear about it? Our engagement was just announced today.”
He turns to face me. “Good news travels fast, bad news travels faster,” he answers, speaking in fucking riddles.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “How much?”
“I owe him twenty million.”
I roll my eyes. “Why?”
“An investment gone bad. I’m afraid of what he might do. I’m afraid of him coming to the wedding.”
“I’ll get you the money. You pay him, and let me handle the rest.”
Ronin looks like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders, but I get the sinking feeling he’s not telling me everything.
“Thank you, Gabriel.”
“Listen, I’ve been more than nice with you. I asked you to convince her to sign the papers, not kiss her.” I step closer. “If you pull another stunt with Clementine, next time, I won’t be so nice.”
He nods. “Got it.”
“Do you?” I ask him, my eyes never leaving his.
“Yeah, man. I got it.”
“Now, go pay Blackstone. Don’t mention the wedding or anything else to him.”
Ronin nods again and leaves the room.
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and dial Stefan. “Follow Ronin,” I instruct.
“Sir, do you want me to contact Dean?”
“Not yet.”
Dean’s my security manager. He’s handmade all my security systems and heads up my security team. There’s no one on this planet I trust more than him. And if I ever have a problem, he’s usually the first person I call. But, I don’t have a problem...yet.
When I leave the library, I immediately spot Clementine leaving the kitchen. She’s beautiful. I never really realized it until the other day. And now I can’t stop realizing it.
Her red dress dances around her feet as she walks with Tennyson at her side, and Erin talking animatedly in her ear.
Before I can even take a step closer to her, Aaron Craig, US Senator, appears. “Nice party.”
I shake his hand. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
